“This one.”
The surveyor took it.
“Same issue.”
Another page.
“Same.”
She looked increasingly frustrated.
The homeowner asked:
“Do you have an actual recorded plat?”
She stared at him.
“Of course.”
“Then show him that.”
The woman flipped through the folder.
Nothing.
The surveyor raised his tablet.
“I already have the recorded plat.”
She looked at him.
“And?”
“And it matches my measurements.”
Her face flushed.
“You’re wrong.”
The surveyor remained calm.
“That’s possible.”
The woman seemed surprised.
He continued:
“That’s why surveyors check.”
“I’m going to look for the original monument.”
“If I find it and it matches the plat, that will strengthen the location.”
The homeowner nodded.
The blonde woman did not.
Instead, she walked toward the white line.
She stared at it as though the paint itself had offended her.
Then she asked:
“When is the fence being installed?”
The homeowner answered:
“Monday.”
“Not anymore.”
He looked at her.
“What?”
“I’m placing a stop on the architectural approval.”
“You already denied it.”
“Correct.”
“And now I have a survey proving your reason was wrong.”
“No.”
She looked at the line.
“You have a man you hired painting a line where you want the boundary to be.”
The surveyor’s expression changed slightly.
The homeowner saw it.
That was the first thing she had said that genuinely irritated him.
He replied:
“I do not get paid based on where the line lands.”
The woman folded her arms.
“You were hired by him.”
“Yes.”
“To support his fence.”
“No.”
“To identify a boundary.”
She looked at the homeowner.
“I’m challenging this.”
“Okay.”
His calm answer annoyed her.
She frowned.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Get your own survey.”
She blinked.
“That is not how this works.”
“It actually is.”
The surveyor nodded.
“If you disagree, hiring an independent licensed surveyor is a very reasonable next step.”
The woman looked between them.
The homeowner continued:
“If your survey shows something different, then we deal with that.”
She looked toward the white line again.
“No.”
The homeowner frowned.
“No what?”
“That line is not staying.”
The surveyor tilted his head.
“It’s temporary marking paint.”
“It will fade naturally.”
“I want it removed now.”
The homeowner laughed softly.
“You can want that.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“This is a visible alteration adjacent to my home.”
“It’s survey paint.”
“It is damaging the appearance of the street.”
The homeowner stared.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“You’re worried about how a line of temporary paint looks?”
“It creates the false impression that my driveway is trespassing.”
The surveyor said:
“The driveway appears to cross the deed line.”
She turned sharply.
“You keep saying appears.”
“Yes.”
“Because you are not sure.”
“No.”
He remained patient.
“Because careful professionals describe evidence accurately.”